Urgude 218, The Farmhouse

September 7, 2017

– Gotland Workshop –

Part 1 of 3

This is my story. My frame of what happened in Sproge Urgude 218, The Farmhouse.

It was something I did not hope, nor expected to happen, but life has this way of catching up on us, while we least expect, and suddenly and out the blue, I found myself on a plane at 3 am on route to Gotland, Sweden!
It took me four planes and a lost luggage to get there, but that tingling feeling that something special was about to happen was never lost and I was venturing onwards with no fear or reservation.

The Farmhouse, a place of a different era, was a sight. Its rough edges, its well-worn jambs and knobs were pure poetry in a fast paced world, and there I found the peace one always search and rarely finds.
The blue and bright colors were not a contrast, it was a blend, carefully placed to perfuse the small chambers I uncovered. And my room through a steep flight of stairs, all the way to the end of the hall was meant to be my orb through it all.

Olivia, Krissy, and Linda welcomed me with the warmth of long-lost family, and strangely I felt the weirdest feeling of being home like those walls had stories I already knew. I took a deep breath and simply enjoyed what was happening around, slowly taking it all in like I couldn’t spare a moment to oblivion.

I could say I found myself there, I had lost the vigor of life in what I do and where I was going. Don’t get me wrong, I am undoubtedly a fortunate girl to have such a beautiful family and to live like nothing’s of-miss, but that lacking thing you have on your chest that keeps you from an everyday smile, you know what I mean? Oh nevermind, don’t let me muse over this. The thing is I found the ebullience of a small child there, and that is something that lights me up whenever I think of it.

This was very real.

It said workshop on the title but it was an atelier for the soul, and I was left to my quiescence before all the other participants arrive.

Reading you, my dear, makes me tear up a bit out of comfort and hope for me, for you and for the world.
This pictures are beautiful, as I’m already used to, being a big fan of your work. Your words describe, in some sort of poem, a wonderful escape that is inspirational. And I’m eager to find out what will come of those tingles, because I know for sure something great is about to be built. And I’ll be there, in the front row and in the backstage, if you allow me, to make your dream come true.

Meet Ana

The Good Old-Fashioned is a journal that captures the intimacy of halcyon moments in the bucolic and provincial way of life.
Sometimes abode roaming in the pantry, between family and friends and often wandering to some undiscovered places. It's in the poetry of the simple things that is found the beauty of mundane life.